I turned the corner to find a ravenous horde

I turned the corner to find a ravenous horde of undead staring back at me with black, lusterless eyes. A tumbleweed picked that moment to pass by as I dropped my ice cream cone

. It is not very often that I get a whole audience to perform my street improv. "Could I get a food from the audience?" "BRAINS!" "That's good. okay, a celebrity?" "BRAAAIINS!"

I realized that maybe it was not the best idea to set up my street improv gig right outside the Delray Beach Center for Neurology. These people had only one thing on their minds.

"Not it!" So strange. I was supposed to be a performer, but ever since the neuroscientist had given me the drink, I could hear thought. But all anyone was thinking was, "Not IT!"

"What IS it?" asked Mike Patton as he reached for the drink. "Bad Mike Patton!" I yelled. "You want it all, but you can't have it." I equipped myself with a laser gun to tag the IT

Crowd for good. Patton had said it was his favorite show of all time, and I was having none of it. Once I had exterminated the cast, I sat down at the bar next to a drunken Mike.

Mike said, "Good job. Was that written into the script? Or was it improvised?" I said it was improvised, having been left out of the script. Mr. T. walked in with trees he had cut.

The lead actor limped over as well,gasping, "It's okay,I can still play the part.It's only a flesh wound."He clutched his chainsawed leg. Just then, I saw an opportunity for myself

to get a foot in the door. Literally a foot. "Here, Cliff," I told the movie's lead, "I'll give you my leg. But you owe me for this." A chainsaw revved, and we heard more screams

, slowly fading then, as the credits started to roll by. And by then I was sure of it: those VR glasses would sell like crazy...